Free DangerousLust by Lila Dubois Page A

pose.
    My ass and pussy were centered in the video image. I looked
away in embarrassment.
    Coat one finger in lube and rub it over your anus. Then
coat the plug in lube.
    My lubed finger was slippery against my ass. It was easier
to do it if I didn’t look at the image, so I closed my eyes, stroking the
entrance to my ass slowly, hoping to feel the same pleasure I had when Master
Clay had done that. After a while it felt good, but nothing like when he’d been
the one playing with my ass.
    My belly tight with nerves, I coated the plug in lube. There
was a ribbon of red glass running through it, and the flared base was oval in
shape instead of round.
    My thoughts flashed to Brad. Brad, who’d seen such beauty
where other people saw only colored light. I wondered what Brad would think if
he could see me. Wondered if he’d like what he saw.
    I couldn’t be thinking about him right now. I didn’t want to
think about him.
    Trying to force myself to focus I reached back, positioned
the tip of the plug against my anus and pushed hard. The slippery glass forced
its way in, the shock of pain enough to have me crying out in surprised pain.
    Slowly, Leona. Remove the plug entirely and start again.
    I removed the half-inserted plug and took a few deep
breaths, then positioned it once again. Applying light pressure, I inched it in
millimeter by millimeter. It took me a full minute to get it all the way in,
and it still hurt.
    How was that?
    I wiped my hands on my discarded sweatshirt, which had
landed on the bed.
    It hurt. More than when you did it.
    When you’re aroused your body is easily able to read pain
as pleasure. Alone, your level of arousal will not be as intense, and therefore
you will feel more pain than pleasure with the plug and clamps.
    Yes, Master.
    The countdown starts now. You will not be able to wear
the clamps that whole time. I will advise you when to take them off and when to
reapply them.
    I realized that I was stuck kneeling on my bed with my
laptop at my side. After five minutes a combination of boredom and anxiety about
my essay had my reaching for the keys.
    Master Clay?
    Yes, Leona?
    I was working on an essay. Can I keep doing that?
    Of course.
    I’ll need to move my laptop and stuff.
    Very well, as long as I have a good view of your pussy
and ass.
    It took me a few minutes, but I ended up on my back with my
legs spread, the camera on a pillow between my legs and my laptop resting on my
belly. I had to hold my papers up to read them, but at least I could see my
screen and type.
    At some point I’d tucked my phone under my pillow. When it
buzzed I reached up and grabbed it, careful not to shift too much.
    I had a text from an unknown number.
    This is the ninja looking for the math geek.
    I grinned. Brad.
    I looked guiltily at my laptop, changing programs to the
virtual meeting window. But Master Clay couldn’t see what I was doing, and he
had an explicit view of my pussy and the base of the plug.
    No math geeks here. Math ninja.
    Understood, math ninja. What u doing?
    For one insane minute I thought about typing “Video meeting
with a sex Dom. I have a plug in my ass and clamps on my nipples. What are you
doing?”
    Working on essay , I replied.
    That sucks. Playing Xbox.
    How grown up.
    At least I don’t have homework.
    Meanie.
    Aw, poor baby.
    Jerk. Don’t gloat.
    Want me to kiss it better?
    I blew out a breath and closed my eyes. It was time to admit
that Brad had been flirting with me earlier…and that I had been flirting right
back. I hadn’t meant to, but there was just something about him.
    The plug and clamps had been a dull ache, no longer really
painful but more of a discomfort than anything. Suddenly that ache was more of
a throb, and the pressure on my nipples felt good, as did the fullness in my
ass.
    Promises, promises.
    I stared at the message for a moment, knowing I shouldn’t
send it. It was rude to flirt with someone you weren’t interested in. I hit
send.
    Dropping my phone on